Chapter 3 - The Grand Ballroom Erupts Into Scandalous Whispers Tonight
Whispers exploded across the ballroom like a sudden wildfire sweeping through a dry California canyon in peak summer.
Prominent socialites and Wall Street executives leaned across their velvet chairs, trading shocked glances and malicious gossip.
“I always knew Marcus was a weak-willed parasite, but selling his own daughter’s trust is a new low,” a senator murmured.
Helena’s face turned a violent shade of crimson as the collective judgment of New York high society crushed down on her.
“Shut up! All of you, mind your own business!” Helena shrieked hysterically, pointing a trembling finger at the crowd.
The guests simply turned away with looks of pure disgust, refusing to dignify her desperate outbursts with any response.
Marcus dropped his head into his hands, realizing his social standing, his career, and his inheritance were gone forever.
Vittorio raised his hand slightly, and the buzzing noise in the massive hall instantly died down into absolute silence.
“The party is over. Everyone please make your way to the exits through the east courtyard,” Vittorio instructed calmly.
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The elite crowd wasted no time grabbing their designer coats and rushing toward the doors to escape the toxic fallout.
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